I keep my feelings bottled up inside.
Yet I don't feel anything.
But, let's just sit that aside.
He is so addicting.
I just can't stay away.
He is like my drug.
But, our feelings for each other started to decay.
Soon, there was no one left to hug.
I started feeling as if I wasn't good enough.
I just became depressed.
I tried to act tough.
I'm not, but color me obsessed.
I lie in bed, waiting for his text.
Why did I wait? The list is too long.
Was it time to move on to the next?
I don't know, but all I could ever think about, was what I did wrong.